Show Out Lyrics - Ready Set Go - Roscoe Dash

Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

(Show out) 

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas 

(Show out) 

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow 

(Show out) 

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas 

(Show out) 

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow 

I got lots of gwalla, I spend it 

I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending 

Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach 

Like Roscoe why you grunt so hard? I'm like I'm tryna get it 

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And that's just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks 

But you know that I blew it 

Hit the blunt and threw it, that's just how we do it 

V.I.P. with M.M.I. you know we gon be stupid 

You know I make it rain hoe 

Goosey by the bottle, blowin' fruity like a mango 

Gone and catch this change hoe, yeah we in this thang hoe 

It's R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I'm headed for the fame hoe 

Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

(Show out) 

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas 

(Show out) 

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow 

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(Show out) 

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas 

(Show out) 

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow 

Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out 

Inhale the kush then I blow out 

SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out 

Back to the crib with yo girl and I go out 

We don't even go out, all she do is hoe out 

I don't even know her and I fucked her, what you know 'bout that? 

See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks 

Now my meat's between her buns like a fuckin' big mac 

And every time she place her order, I beat her then deport her 

I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter 

Shawty bad, she expensive, so you prolly couldn't afford her 

But every time I see her it's crunch time 

Like we in the fourth quarter and I'm gone 

Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out 

I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out 

(Show out) 

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas 

(Show out) 

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow 

(Show out) 

Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas 

(Show out) 

I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow 

Show out, all I do is show out 

Watch me while I show out 

Roscoe Dash a show out 

Show out, show out, show out 

Show out, show out, show out 

Show out, show out, show out, show out 

Show out, show out, show out, show out 

Show out, show out, show out, show out 

I show out, I show out